The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-09-06

A Brutal Husband Cruelty Beats Hi
Drunken Wife.

Help! Murder! He's killing mel For
Gods sake, helpm were the cries that rang
out on st. Julian street, near the corner of
Price, about 1890 o'clock this morning.
The frightened neighbors focked to their
doors, but none seemed inclined TO inter
fere Officer O'Hara heard the alarm and
came rushing up. The door was locked and
in spite of repeated raps would not be
be opened. Peeping through the half
closed blinds he saw the form of a woman
lying on the floor, her head on blood-be-
spattered pillow, and "A man standing by
kicking the motionless body AS he turned
to kick in the door, it was suddenly opened,
and as his impetus carried the officer into
the room, the man seized him with
an ugly oath, and said: 'Now,
- you, I've got you in
my house, now you'll get ---," at the same
time endeavoring to strike or kick him. The
mans face and head were one bloody mass,
one of his eyes was nearly closed, and he
looked a tend incarnate, The officer soon
and started for the barracks with
him. AS he resisted again, on reach
ing the walk, assistance was whistled
for. Officer Davis came up, and
the prisoner was then taken to the station,
resisting as well as he was able all the way.
He gave his name as w. Hayes. He pre-
sented a horrible picture, his face scratched
and covered with blood, and his clothes in
disorder
After failing him the Sergeant directed
the officers to at once see to the woman,
and if she was badly hurt to send her to the
hospital. Arriving at the house she was
found lying on the floor, her face buried
in mass of blood on the pillow Two fine
looking children, girl of and a boy of 5,
stood i'll the middle of the ROOM their at
tractive faces filled with fear and wonder,
CHANGING now at the form of their mother
on the floor, then again at the strange
persons in the room. To all appear
ance the woman was lifeless and one
OF the officers stopped to raise her
up and place her on the bed. As he touched
her, she suddenly raised bruised and bat
tered face, one eye being nearly closed,
with the blood dripping from her head, and
exclaimed in maudlin tones: Let
me lone! Dye hear! Clar out here"
and attempted to rise. The
transition was too great, and the big police
man said disgustedly Dead drunk, by
George"
The woman glared around for a moment
and then seeing the strange faces around
her, caught hold of chair and attempted
again to rise. But she was too far
gone, and when half up she went
down with a plunge with the officers
assistance she finally managed to get into
the other room and drop on the bed She
then began to get fighting mad and wanted
to know if a man and his wife couldn't
have little misunderstanding without all
this fuss. Finally it was seen she would
raise the neighborhood if left there, so she
was carried to the barracks and put into a
comfortable cell. When asked her name,
she said, with defiant air, elizabeth
Hayes, and it's none of your business"
1t was a sad episode, and
was as good a temperance lecture as one de-
sired. The home was coy one, neatly
fitted up. There were three children
babe of 8 months, and girl
and boy of s and years respectively. The
little boy cried for his mother, and his
brave and motherly sister told him she had
gone to the hospital. They were all fine
looking children, with very attractive faces
and very intelligent. The neighbors said
this was an ordinary occurrence, and they
took charge of the poor children.